Poem 100

A surreal short film … a bit Buñuel or David Lynch (Eraserhead was a significant film for me) … I like the way it goes from dreaming to waking to dream again, as you do in the middle of the night …

The Florist

She walks into a flower shop
and the man behind the counter is wearing
    a human head in his buttonhole
no when she looks
she sees the florist is actually a flower
a deep rose
             petals opening a series
of doors
         there appears to be
a church inside the flower burning down
  a dog running away across a field with a blue dress
          which occasionally
           trips it up

she backs out but the shop is gone
she emerges from a trumpet in an orchestra
embarrassed not to be wearing
something better
                     (what did she do
                      with her good blue dress?)

waking she thinks
of having a cigarette then of a man
who knew all about how the earth's plates
move
       and now lives on a different one
       to her

the darkness slowly splits she pushes
her head through into light giant
  pinks and blues
she is back in the flower shop
in the florist's
buttonhole